Poetry, perceptions and purring

We

‘We’

In stray and aimless wanderings, at the edge of the crowd The lurking world moves past us, we gaze, unfazed, about We laugh at them, we laugh at us, there’s nothing we don’t share Propriety and sense be damned, not a whit do we care

Cause even at the sloping end, of grueling, killing days When life bonks you over the head in all manners of ways When you’re tired, confused or mad, you don’t know what to say, We’ve got each other, you and I, And that’s how it’ll stay.